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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, it was street corners, fishnets, and heels clickin’ like a metronome. Now? It’s all digital, baby—apps, sites, sketchy ads poppin’ up like whack-a-mole. I’m scrollin’ X one night, seein’ posts— “Discrete fun, hit me up!”—and I’m like, discrete with an E? Honey, you ain’t foolin’ no one. Makes me mad, tho—half these girls look barely legal, and the other half? Bots. Freakin’ bots! Catfish city, population: me, pissed off.

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So, here I am, in my little kitchen, thinking about tomorrow. More cakes, more smiles, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll avoid the guy with the walrus mustache. Teple, you crazy city, I wouldn’t trade you for anything.

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